A sense of responsibility can weigh heavy on the heart.  So much so that it adds years to the countenance.  It creeps on like day turning to dusk turning to dark.  A thickening blackness that begins imperceptibly, draws on with a vague sense of ‘not-quite-right’ and is only noticed when someone flicks the lightswitch and the life, light and beauty of freedom come flooding in.

“Come to me those who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest… My yoke is easy and my burden light…”

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